The rag doll was sewn up in many holes, and only the large hollow hole in its abdomen remained.

Mi August asked softly, "What do you want to put in it?" ”

The ragdoll shook its head shyly.

Mi August said patiently: "Cloth? Cotton? Straw or petals? ”

"The petals are good, and they can still spread fragrance inside the dried flower plug, but unfortunately there is no one in the house." Mi August said, remembering something, turned around and took out a clump of hair from the drawer, and asked the rag doll, "How about using this for the time being?" ”

The rag doll was already drunk in this gentle tone and divine power, and there was no resistance to Mi August's request.

It was silent, and Mi August took it as if it agreed, and stuffed the test piece taken from the trickery [Long Hair] into the belly of the rag doll, and then used the superb technique of sewing up the wound for people to suture the rag doll's abdomen.

Everything is done, Mi August put down the needle and thread and looked at the rag doll in his hand.

He has a round face with round temples, crooked crescent eyes, red cheeks, wearing bright red short clothes, and his limbs are soft and drooping.

At first glance, it was so festive and cute, then it was smiling strangely, and the third time it was terrifying.

It is completely new and no longer has the previous tatters, and the stitches are not visible to the naked eye.

Mi August stuffed it into the book of good and evil, and the doll did not resist.

[Trick: Curse]

[1 Star (Mutation)]

[Curse him with his own wounds]

……

The Book of Good and Evil has done many experiments with Mi August, and it seems that she has understood her style.

Below the original brief introduction of [Curse], there are two more lines that are in line with the content of Mi August's experimental dictation.

[This is a trick weapon that hurts the enemy by 1,000 and damages 800 by itself, perhaps because of this, its curse power is far greater than that of the same level trick weapon, once the spell is cast with all its strength, no one under the spirit master can resist]

[Originally, the curse had no attack power other than self-inflicted a curse, but this curse was fortunately reshaped by the hand of the gods, and a strange mutation occurred, and it was digesting the new evil power in its body]

[Grudges are never treated gently]

[It became your believer]

The cursed doll in the background of the page has crooked eyes and two round blushes, as if smiling shyly at her through the page.

Mi August had an extra magic skill in his mind.

[Curse Guardian]: Curse the person who hurts you, and the other person will pay back twice as much if they hurt you.

It is worthy of being a divine power skill, not only is it practical and powerful, but she will not damage the [Curse] when she uses this skill, which is incarnated as a Yin God.

If she uses [Curse] instead of wearing a night tour, it has to be the usual effect of [Curse].

"That's what makes it difficult for me." Mi August stroked the small round sideburns of [Curse] on the page of the book, "How can I be willing to return you to the employer." ”

Speaking of employers, this will be impermanence is quietly approaching the walls of the old house.

He stood outside the wall for a long time, his eyes behind his white face looking around in disbelief.

"The treacherous spirit is thin but not leaking, yin but not fierce, not like a tricky thing, is it really a spiritual thing?"

Thinking of this, Suo Wuchang's eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of greed.

The trick weapon is poisonous, the strange talk is difficult to train, and the goblins are each in their own faction, and they are hidden. Spiritual objects are the treasures born of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, each is extraordinary, the number is very small, once encountered, it will be fought for by all parties.

Suo Wuchang never thought that he could see spiritual objects in the mortal world of Canglan Continent.

The thought of killing people and snatching treasures only flashed in his mind for a moment, and he calmly suppressed it.

Another reason why spiritual objects are rare is that they have spirits and will choose their own masters, and forcibly seizing them has a great possibility of causing spiritual objects to self-destruct, and it is also necessary to teach the forcible robbers an unforgettable lesson.

He shot a brass lock in his hand, jumped up the high wall, and groped his way to the lighted house in the distance.

house.

Mi Feixue stared at her fingers, and then her fingers flexibly pinched a set of fingers, exactly the same as Jiang Hunt did in the afternoon.

She stared at her fingertips, but after all, she still didn't see the ghost fire that was praised by Mi August appeared.

Mi Feixue's face was full of anger, and her brows furrowed, and she was about to be outdone by the one hundred and eighth attempt.

A cute and well-behaved child's face appeared on the bookshelf, "Little Master Feixue, it's almost time for Madame to come and put you to sleep." ”

Hearing this, Mi Feixue immediately stopped practicing that had always ended in failure.

She was depressed in her heart, obviously doing the same, why couldn't she pinch the fire of August praise.

This depression turned into an urge to write a diary, and Mi Feixue pulled out a booklet named "Flying Snow Day".

The previous page recorded the first time I saw Yu Hu and them.

Mi Feixue turned over, picked up the brush and put the resentment, grievances and depression in her heart on the paper.

[The wind blows, the fire flies]

[The wind dances with fire]

[Fire chases, wind regenerates]

[The fire is lit for the wind]

[Great fire, great fire]

[Alien villains burn to ashes]

……

Suo Impermanence's black clothes are the best camouflage in the night, and the white face is like a phantom in the dark night.

All the way to the front of the lighted house, there is only a corridor away.

A wisp of night breeze blew and brushed the exposed skin, burning slightly.

This bit of scorching is nothing compared to the air of Lingzhou.

This thought flashed through Suo Wuchang's heart, and he prepared to approach the house.

Wrong!

This is the Canglan Continent, there is no spiritual poison in the air, how can the night wind be as scorching as the Lingzhou.

The foot that stepped forward paused in mid-air, then jerked backwards.

The sudden scene in front of him proved that he was right to retreat.

A red, near-black flame burst into thin air on the ground he was about to step on.

The terrifying aura emanating from this flame shocked Suo Wuchang's eyes.

Run!

The rich experience of life and death made Suo Wuchang choose to retreat without hesitation.

The sense of oppression brought to him by this treacherous fire alone made him powerless to resist, and he didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrifying existence it would be to control this treacherous fire.

He turned and retreated, only to be swept away by a strong wind.

The wind howled and spread an invisible net, and he was the insect trapped in it, and the copper lock flew out and collided with the wind net.

At this time, Suo Wuchang felt a burning sensation again, far more than the first burning sensation.

He looked horrified, and the ground around him was in flames, and the flames wrapped around him in the wind net.

"Guard!"

The copper chain brush and brush form a circle to protect him inside, resisting the wind and fire outside.

In just three seconds, the copper lock cracked.

"Poof!" Suo Wuchang spat out a mouthful of blood.

Scattered flames drifted in through the cracks in the chains and fell on him.

The clothes were undamaged, but the skin felt the pain of frying.

If you don't use spiritual power to resist, the star-point burning pain will spread, and the skin will burn into soot wherever you pass.

The spiritual power is quickly depleted, and Impermanence will not last long before it will be destroyed.

When the time comes, he will not be able to escape death.

Suo Wuchang screamed in despair, "I have no intention of offending! ”

……

Mi Feixue put down the pen, tidied up the desk, and read the diary again.

There was a pause in the last line.

If you see it in August, will you think that the baby is good or bad?

As soon as this thought emerged, Mi Feixue was not calm, and she was afraid that pessimistic thoughts kept coming out.

So gentle August will definitely hate the bad guys.

The child hurriedly grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink to smear [burned to ashes], remembering Jiang Hunt's proud face during the day, pursed his lips and wrote [Run in shame].

Looking at the diary that had been modified by graffiti again, Mi Feixue nodded with satisfaction.

One day she must fight a bigger fire than the others!

……

The wind net is firmly extinguished, and the fire is stopped.

Suo Wuchang, who was dying, saw a way out in disbelief, and the hope of life lifted his spirits, and he ran and crawled out of the courtyard.

Not for a while.

Mi August's figure passed by the corridor.

Approaching Mi Feixue's house, she saw sparks in the courtyard outside, and when she looked closely, she saw that it was a lantern shroud that had fallen to the ground and burned half.

Mi August went to put out the fire.

Behind him came the sound of the door opening.

Mi Feixue ran out, looking at her with a puzzled face, and then at the burnt lantern cover on the ground.

"Maybe it was accidentally burned out by the wind, and I made a new one for you next time." Mi August guessed, and laughed softly: "Do you like rabbits?" White and white, the kind with two ears up. ”

As he spoke, he playfully put his hand on the top of his head and hooked two more fingers.

Mi Feixue squinted, full of joy, and nodded.

"I'll do it for you next time, go in first, it's cold outside." Mi August took her hand and went back to the house.